Here is the deleted bath scene for Lori from the chapter "Curious." Imagine it taking place in between Kyle and Maia's scenes.

Le Hannon

The elleths who helped set her bath were very pretty, Lori thought happily and with wonder. Beautiful, like princesses, even though they were only the servants of Lord Elrond's great household. When they led her away from Maia, who told her she would only be across the hall when either of them were done freshening up, Lori held the hands of two female elves that were taller than her own mommy. The one on her right had black hair with violet eyes while wearing a blood-red dress and silver circlet, while the one on her left was blond with blue eyes while wearing a light green dress with a similar circlet (reminding Lori of Tinker Bell). Both had straight hair that reached their waists (though these elves wore braids) and were about the same height (around 6'2, which was about as tall as her daddy), but the fact that they had on different colors and slightly different sized ears made the five year-old squeal on the inside as she practically skipped in between them.

In her mind, not only were they real life elves, but it felt like having her own life-sized Barbie dolls.

The tub in the other bedroom, white and gold with its open walls and polished furnishings, was large and oval-shaped, made of amber-bronze that shined with golden plates. It even had a fancy, old-fashioned facet that started pouring a smooth line of hot, steaming water. Very much like the way Bilbo's tubs do in Bag End. Lori wondered where the water came from, since Middle-earth seemed like the middle ages and should be making baths through buckets of water boiled in a kettle. She had even seen it in Disney princess movies. That, and Kyle had asked that question aloud once when they stayed in Hobbiton.

Oh, well. Maybe rich people in Middle-earth can afford to build their own plumbing. And she was really excited to have a bath. She missed playing with bubbles.

The blond elf knelt down in front of her. "Raise your arms," she ordered the little girl, while taking her skirts. Her face seemed to glow up close. There was not a single freckle or zit on her. She looked like one of those pretty women from the front covers of Maia's magazine at home, only Lori was very sure none of these elves were wearing make-up.

"What's your name again?" asked Lori, raising her arms as the blond elleth helped pull over her dirty hobbit dress to reveal her spotted leggings, while the black-haired elf dumped bathing condiments into the watering tub, the splashing mixtures creating mounds of fluffy bubbles. "I forgot, and I'm supposed to be good at names, too!"

The blond elf smiled, before helping her out of her boots, leggings, and undies. "I am Vendethiel," she told the child gently, her voice soft and musical like bells. She nodded to the other, who strode out of the room to bring the other oils to Maia's tub. "That is Allasse. The one who will be fetching you a cleaner dress is Maerwen."

"I like your names!" said Lori, as she walked over to the tub, her little bare feet padding on the marble floor. "I'm Lori," she added, looking up the elleith with wide, twinkling eyes.

"Short for Laureline, surely?" asked Vendethiel, curiously, while rolling up her sleeves. In that moment, the elleth with the chestnut hair and hazel eyes, wearing a rosy-pink dress, entered with a sweeping glide while carrying two folds of dresses over her arms. If Vendethiel wore a blue dress instead of green, and Allasse a green dress instead of red, the cycle would be complete and Lori would have called them the Powerpuff Elves.

Lori shook her head. "No, just Lori, but that sounds pretty! I wish that was my real name!" she said.

When Allasse lifted little Lori into the tub, the water burned her sticky soft skin for only a few moments, making the little girl whimper slightly, before the heat settled into warm, floating bliss. The five year-old girl giggled and started splashing around the bubbles playfully. She took a deep breath and ducked her head under, waited a long minute (she was always good at holding her breath for a long time) before resurfacing with a gasp, a pile of foamy bubbles topping her little head.

"I'm an old lady!" giggled Lori, pointing at the white bubbles in her soaked hair, and the two female elves in the room smiled and laughed with her. Their laughter sounded like musical bells. Lori gathered a bunch of bubbles in her small hands and blew them toward Vendethiel, watching their clumps floats in midair over the elf's face and dress. "Those are for you!" she squeaked. She always remembered Mommy or Grandma getting annoyed whenever she did something like that, but from the way Vendethiel laughed softly at the child's playful stroke, or the way Maerwen watching with toothy amusement, it seemed that they have been without the company of a small child far too long and therefore didn't mind the mess.

While Lori kept splashing around, also splashing the elleths more as they were struggling to scrub her head with shampoo in the process, also soap on her arms and back (Lori giggled and shrank a little from their hands, being very ticklish), Allasse returned from her short trip of offering the bathing supplies for Maia in the other room. Lori knew her big sister can bathe herself. In fact, before they came to Middle-earth, Maia only ever showered for as long as Lori existed.

Maybe people grow out of baths, she thought sadly. Just like people can grow out of toys...

Teddy.

The elleths scrubbing her must have sensed her cheerful glow dim a notch. "What troubles you, little one?" asked Maerwen.

The little girl watched her hand glide through the bubbly surface gloomily. "I miss Teddy," she mumbled.

"Teddy?"

"My bear. He got eaten by a big, scary warg. I lost him. Daddy said Teddy would protect me and I lost him." Her voice cracked. Lori now looked like she was going to burst into tears, sitting there all soaked and small, her curls sagging into a long, wet mop around her hair. Being all soaked made her look even more younger and tinier, especially when having the sad, puppy look on her baby face.

Vendelthiel ran her hand over the child's wet hair. "What was your father's name?" she whispered with gentle compassion.

"Arthur."

"And where is he now?"

"I don't know. He's ran away and then got kidnapped a long time ago," said Lori, shrugging with her eyes down, not noticing the slight widening of all three ellths' eyes when they heard this. "Maia and Kyle don't think he's coming back, but I do. 'Cause he loves us!" Then Lori looked up, blinking her brown eyes up at them. "I remember he told stories about you. We thought he made 'em up, but you're real! His stories are true! You even speak our code talk!" she exclaimed excitedly.

"And what is this 'code talk' you speak of, child?" asked Allasse, raising a curved eyebrow.

"The different language that elf Lord Elrond spoke with Gandalf!" said Lori. "I understood some of it, but not all. I think Gandalf said 'my friend, where have you been.' I think. I didn't understand the rest, but it was our code talk, meaning Daddy's stories are real!"

"The code talk you are referring to, Lori, is called Sindarin," explained Vendethiel, scooping up a bowl of water and pouring it over the child's head.

Lori shut her eyes with hunched shoulders as the water ran over her and spat some out. "Sindarin?" she repeated.

"Elvish, but only the most common of the few others. There is also Quenya, the language of the elves of Eldamore, a land in the realm of Valinor."

Lori frowned thoughtfully. "What's Valinor?"

"The void of the immortals and godlike creatures that fares far beyond our dwelling."

"Oh...like heaven?"

There was a pause. "Yes, of course," said Maerwen, deciding to humor the child. The brunette elf then gestured to the dresses on the nearby sofa. "Would you like to see your dress, Lori?"

Instantly, Lori brightened and nodded. "Yeah!"

The dress Maerwen selected was tiny, which was Lori's size; a light violet brocade that shimmered blue when the skirts fluttered. Sleek and graceful, like the elves' dresses, but kiddie sized. It was one of the prettiest dresses Lori had ever seen. She gave Maerwen a wide, toothy smile. "Le hannon!" she said. Saying 'thank you' was her easiest word, since she used it the most at home.

Maerwen laughed and nodded to the little girl in acknowledgement. "No veren, hiril vuin," she answered fluently.

Lori practically leapt out of her tub with a gasp. "Oh, I know what that means!" she cried, bouncing in the water, more saying slowly with a concentrated frown and puckered lips that made the elves smile with humor, "It means...it means 'Enjoy yourself...my lady.' Right?"

Vendethiel nodded with praise. "Very good. Now come, let us get you dried up and into your dress. Maerwen, would you bring the Lady Maia her dress?" Maerwen nodded and gathered the larger dress, which was sky-blue and flowed like a flying curtain in the air as she carried out the door.

After studying its beauty, Lori beamed while Vendethiel lifted her out of the tub and wrapped her in a towel.

Once her hair was less soaked, Allasse helped her into the purple dress, tying its laces, while Vendethiel brushed her dark hair and started carefully braiding it into what Lori recognized as the fish tail. Maia had done it to her plenty of times before.

"So, tell us, Lori," said Vendethiel as she brushed Lori's hair, "what is a small child like you, who knows Sindarin and yet has never met an elf, doing out in the wilds with a company of dwarves?"

Lori shrugged and answered truthfully, "We are just trying to go home, but to do that, we have to go on an adventure. First, we got in Bag End….." She started telling her story, while the elleths braided her hair and smoothed out her dress. Little Lori enjoyed every moment of it, and was really, really hungry.

The whole time, she tried hard to not think about Teddy. Because every time she did, it would only make her feel sad again.

I wonder how Daddy knew how to speak Elvish? the little girl kept wondering.

And there you go. Each Dainson sibling has a short scene before going to dinner.